For a Perfect Gift
(a siriusxsadie story)
"I want it to be perfect," Sirius whined.
"I know you do," Remus said, exasperated. "but –"
"Yeah, I know that feeling," James spoke up. "Like if I get it wrong, Lily ends up screaming bloody murder."
"Like the time you sent her a love letter that really contained a rubber rat, just to scare her?" Peter smiled at the memories.
"The letter would've come later if she didn't throw the rat away," James looked sheepish. "It sends itself to the rat!"
"Anyway, it was pretty loud," Peter smirked.
"Sadie won't do anything like that to me, will she?" Sirius looked worried, wringing his hands and watching Remus do the final adjustments to the red-and-gold present in the bare room.
"Of course she won't," Remus assured him.
"Yeah, of course not," James rolled his eyes. "A Muggle girlfriend of Sirius's who's never had any contact with magic before is not going to scream bloody murder at the sight of a Christmas gift exploding and decorating itself all over the room, without anyone helping, including a bunch of mistletoe that just happens to fit right on the ceiling above you."
"She's no ordinary Muggle!" Sirius exclaimed indignantly. "There's something different…"
Just then, Sadie walked in. "Hi, Remus, James, Worm." She nodded at them. ('Why'm I Worm?" Peter whispered) They returned the gesture.
"…about the, erm, turnips."
"Turnips?" Peter asked, confused. Sadie looked at him weird, then turned to Sirius. "So…"
"Oh, uhm, right," Sirius stuttered, tripping over the long ribbons of the present. James smirked just before Remus led him out along with Wormtail, only Sadie could make Sirius stammer like this.
"Here's your Christmas gift," Sirius, still stuttering, handed her the present with shaky fingers.
"Thanks," Sadie answered, carefully untying the golden ribbons.
A firework whizzed out of the red box, and exploded with a bang above them. Saide started, as the sparks began arranging themselves neatly – into emerald-green Christmas trees and azure snowflakes.
(It was a wonderland)
"Oh, and I forgot to tell you," Sirius said with an easy grin, as the mistletoe wove itself over his head, "I'm a wizard."
"I thought you might be," Sadie smiled, closing the distance between them.
(so this is the true meaning of Christmas)
Merry Christmas, Sadie:)
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